Who: Arthur Curry & Diana Prince What: The JL in the ballroom with... their wits! When: 20 October (r1d1) Where: Ballroom Rating/Warnings: TBA (Will update as needed) Status: In Progress
Diana kept the phone in her hand and checked it every few seconds as she leaned against the bar. She was still not comfortable enough to simply sit at it or mix herself a drink, but it seemed like the appropriate place for one to do some waiting. She was glad Arthur was here, though she would have been just as thankful for anyone else she knew. And regretful at the same time, for it meant that they, too, had been brought here under mysterious and possibly nefarious means.
Once again she had found herself in uncomfortable clothes which she had not exactly chosen for herself. Having seen fashion change over the century, Diana was quite happy with how it stood now, allowing one to be comfortable protected and stylish in one. These garments she found herself wearing now were not quite as comfortable as stretch trousers and a nice sweater. Plus, she had been wearing her armor and weapons before walking through the fateful door that brought her here; she was not amused.
Seeing Arthur walk into the expansive ballroom, Diana watched with a smile as he strode across the floor, waving when he got nearer. "Hello Arthur," she greeted. "It is good to actually see you."